Rwby Teams Novels & Stories

Two teams. One building. Blackmoor and Crestwick. It shouldn’t have happened, not with teams this tense, this aggressive, this proud. Rivalries like theirs didn’t share lobbies, let alone elevators or breakfast buffets. But here they were, both teams already unloading gear into the same sleek marble entrance like someone had scheduled a disaster. Milo felt the tension ripple through his teammates like static. “What the hell is this?” Brayden muttered, squinting at a Stormriders duffel being wheeled past. "Tell me this is a joke."

I could hear the volume of it before I came through the main entrance, that particular dense hum of a crowd that is genuinely interested in what is about to happen. I found my group area and dropped my bag on the bench and rolled my shoulder experimentally. It pulled. The bruising from last night was doing exactly what bruising does the morning after, settling in and making itself known in a more thorough way than the night before. I rolled it again and accepted the information and moved on. The announcement board near the eastern wall had the day's format posted clearly. Group A: Silver vs Darkfang. Blake Silver and Rolf Darkfang. Group B: Thorne vs Bloodmoon. Alex Thorne and Aaran Bloodmoo

Adi let out before the team selection and everyone agreed to him hooting in joy. They teamed into two. Team A has Maverick, Anurag, Adi and Payal while Team B has Adinew, Naitee, Avian and Aarush. Before starting the match Anurag explained the rules and the game began. Sweating like there is no tomorrow boys removed their t-shirts while both girls set on the bench watching them play as both ran out of energy very quickly.

It’s a game that requires speed and a lot of calculation, I realise. As we walk, Jade explains. “There are always two teams. The shield team and the wrath team. The former has to protect their golden fortress from the hands of thieves. If all wraths make their way in and kill the Lords of the fortress, then the Wraths win.” But then, the moment I step my foot on the carpet-grass pitch, a vision flashes before my eyes. It’s not just that I’ve manifested the power of my family’s crest on day one.

At least I could get some rest on the Firmament, maybe get some practice in with whatever new mech I was given to replace my Prowler. But Mallet wasn't finished. "Each team will contain three members and a commanding officer. Team one, under Martin Telbus, consists of Warren Mathis, Troy Nichols, and Sylvia Braham. They will be guarding the perimeter around the city." I was only half listening. Instead, I was thinking of which mech I hoped I would be assigned. None of them could fully replace a Prowler, but a few could come close. I wanted something Russian or German, with plasma weapons.

Mai'Aljannu appeared, and everyone was silent; not a sob was heard. "You may proceed," my father told the wizard, and he brought out his selection gem. He raised it up for all to see and invoked the deity to select her choice through the stone. The girls from noble homes were last for selection. They were the daughters of the chiefs and priests of Buchum. The commoners would go first, and then the nobles would go last. This was done in the hope that the deity would select from the commoners, and there would be no need to choose from the nobles. We had twelve chiefs in Rayuwa; Binta's Kawu had not resumed his appointment yet as chief. There were three priests and one wizard in Buchum. The oth

However, I remember that Lucas was way better than me back in middle school – as he’s quick to mention. “I taught Kieran everything he knows. If I could, I’d like to be on opposite teams – I want to thrash him again, just for old time’s sake.” “Oh, it’s on!” I retort. Mateo makes a weird noise high in his throat, somewhere between a scoff and a harrumph, but if he has a problem, he doesn’t show it. Instead, his face is stony and determined, almost challenging. He announces, “Right, Kieran and I will join Alex and Lana, and you can be with Alyssa, Rob and Giano. May the best team win.”

Cole was about to step up to draw, but Burke and Rui stopped him, warning that if he dared draw, they’d break his leg. In the end, it was Lancelot who drew the lot. And he drew the bye. The team was overjoyed. At least second place was secured. Each member received a bottle of vitality elixir, feeling quite satisfied. The other two teams were Windsor's team, with an A-level potential player, and League's team, with a B-level potential player. In the end, Windsor’s team won. "This woman’s ability is too broken, and her development level is high. A single energy shock causes damage equivalent to a machine gun's spray.

It's good since it keeps them on their toes and in tip-top shape. Gamma Theo is explaining that we will be divided into three teams Red, Green, and Yellow, we are at traffic lights now, and I laugh internally. Each team will have 15 members and 1 team leader. It's the luck of the draw, and each name that gets pulled will go to either one of the teams. Finally, my name got called, and I was on the red team. I guess red is one of my favorite colors, and it matches part of my outfit today. Now Jason, Crystal, and Marcel (top place Elite, Alpha, and Luna guard, respectively) take a turn picking up the team's colors. As I said, my lucky day cause I was in group red with Crystal, the Alpha Guard a

But she couldn't find any reason to explain this incident at all. Can resist even Eron's sad eyes, he's pretty good. I bet the three of us would make the perfect team – John winked at Brawen. She turned around and looked at John. You said 3 of us? What do you mean? The mock match practice competition in team 3 consists of 2 men and 1 woman. I've decided, you, you and Riven will be a team. Brawen is almost unstoppable: Wait. I don't understand, there are too many people better than us to take the position of your teammate.